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How lovely are thy tabernacles, O Lord of host!

My soul longeth and fainteth for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have rejoiced in the living God.

For the sparrow hath found herself a house, and the turtle a nest for herself where she may lay her young ones: Thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.

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See how your enemies growl,(A)
    how your foes rear their heads.(B)
With cunning they conspire(C) against your people;
    they plot against those you cherish.(D)
“Come,” they say, “let us destroy(E) them as a nation,(F)
    so that Israel’s name is remembered(G) no more.”

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